The beauty of my body is not measured by the size of the clothes it can fit into, but by the stories that it tells. I have a belly and hips that say, "We grew a child in here," and breasts that say, "We nourished life." My hands, with bitten nails and a writer's callus, say, "We create amazing things."
I really don't think I need buns of steel. I'd be happy with buns of cinnamon.
~Ellen DeGeneres
Sunday, September 14, 2008
Sunday
okay, we can say that the worse is over... there was a terrible thunderstorm today but no further damage. I would have to say that we are in fantastic shape. no need for rescuing or for any 'help'. we have food, and while a block of ice would not go amiss, our food in our refrigerator is still holding at 50'F and we are using up our milk / eggs / cheese first and will cook up the rest of the chicken from the freezer today. the temperature has leveled out at 80'F and we are comfortable without air conditioning. the kids are learning to entertain themselves without power. going to bed at the regular time and getting up as normally. Playing with Legos and Wooden Train's as well as books to read.